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Big K.R.I.T. - Handwriting Lyrics

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Big K.R.I.T. – Handwriting Lyrics

(Handwriting’s on the wall) Yeah, it’s on the wall I’mma keep drinking til they toss me out this motherfucker man

[Verse 1] Excuse my tone of voice but today was just a bad day Label hit me about another single and said I ain’t had play Since Country Shit, hell they thought that was a regional record anyway But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had faith That shit would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit I make albums not hits, these rich folks don’t know about this But that’s cool, I’m back to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here Pray to God this was meant for me, a king to be Hoping my time was near Maybe I’m rapping in vain, maybe this wasn’t my lane Maybe I’m hurting myself, talking ’bout real life instead of the fame How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I’m wasting time On the phone with my pops like, “I just wanna save some lives” I just want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt My pride might be my downfall, but I ain’t asking for help I wear my heart on my sleeve, don’t run into me cuz it bleeds No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own beats Shit the handwriting…

(The handwriting’s on the wall…) Man the Hennessy do something to a nigga man sometimes that shit… I just can’t hold back, you feel me?

[Verse 2] First quarter got me like boiling water with soda in it Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison Gotta prove these people wrong that don’t see the vision Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to mention Two free albums minus label support Fired my publicist cuz I forgot what I was paying him for Drunk til I’m barely conscious, call Johnny tell him put y’all on 3-way immediately Cuz I’m sick of being lied to and I’m waging war Then I’m going back to Sippi-land and I’m quitting rap Ain’t that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy Dealing with the critics and the comments got me trippin’ Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen I was scarred but I was driven before the politics came Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and watching em hang I pushed mine back with fear that they might just do me the same Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that’s part of the game Hell, the handwriting…

(The handwriting’s on the wall…) Goddamn right it’s on the wall I take this shit seriously man This is my life, this all I’ve ever known This all I’ll ever do and I promise to God I won’t let nobody take it from me

[Verse 3] I did it for all of mine and all of yours Ten toes deep in the game I’m in I’m bound to lose if I’m living in sin If I play to win will I make it out? I’m tired of feeling my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out This the road less traveled, shit I just gotta stay the route I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase it out With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of Crown Put that on my tab, yeah I’m doing bad Cuz music’s all I’ve ever known, shit, all I’ve ever had Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be better Ain’t much time left, I gotta make do, I can’t live forever Ain’t that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors And I don’t even wear Loc’s, so they can see me clear And you can say that I’m bitter but tell me if I’m trippin’ They stick their noses up and talk down on Mississippi Imagine how you’d feel to know you work hard, and you educated And they treat you like you never made it The handwriting…

(The handwriting’s on the wall, final curtain’s about to fall Just ain’t no feelings left at all, the handwriting, handwriting’s on the wall)